Seoha's POV
I can't believe I get to relive my past without oppression.
We're in my old neighborhood and his hands are in mine. Taesan's large body is a protective shield, many people who recognize me as the weak omega are avoiding my gaze, and I feel so powerful.
If I dare point out any of them to Taesan, I'm sure there would be twenty brutal murders tonight, and I don't want that.
"I used to bring my laundry there when I couldn't do them in heat" I point to the little building and Taesan doesn't look impressed.
"You went out when you were in heat?" he asks.
"Yes. Daeshin used to be busy and he used to stay away from me during my heat" I start to explain and Taesan growls.
"But Minjae used to take a break from work just to take care of me. And because his boss had to give two breaks—one for his own heat and the other for mine—he could only spend one full day with me" I say.
